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“Not on my watch!” he shouted, bursting into action. The thugs laughed, thinking a talking spleen was a joke. But SpleenMcQueen wasn’t here for laughs. He expanded and blasted them with a gust of wind, sending them sprawling.
“Is that all you got?” one thug sneered, but before he knew it, SpleenMcQueen had tripped him up and tied him with a roll of bandage. The cops showed up, scratching their heads. “What the hell happened?”
“Just keeping Organtown healthy, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!” SpleenMcQueen winked.
As word spread about his antics, SpleenMcQueen became a beloved, if slightly bizarre, figure.
I astral projected and entered the spirit realm and flashed my nutsack at Allah and he killed my mom. I tried bringing her back to life with selenite and quartz but she's dead and now Allah is banging my mom in the astral plane. I covered my house in salt and burned sage to try and cleanse his negative energy away but I can sense he is coming to kill and bang the spirits of more of my family members. My goldfish is sick and I think he's next. Nobody is safe. Protect yourselves, wizards.⠀⠀
┻━┻ ︵ ヽ(°□°ヽ) FLIP THAT TABLE.
┻━┻ ︵ \( °□° )/ ︵ ┻━┻ FLIP ALL THE TABLES
ಠ_ಠ Put.
ಠ__ಠ The tables.
ಠ___ಠ Back.
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